'Í ám ńó húmáń bút á fígúré óf yóúr ímágíńátíóń' I kept thinking about this phrase going through it inspecting every word. There was something about it that I didn't like. 'To be honest you look pretty Damn real' I replied. Why the hell did I say this?! I looked up to see the girl slowly turn around. She had this evil smile with red bloodshot eyes. I felt a sharp aim of regret crawling up my spine I kept thinking to myself why the hell did I open the door. She started striding towards me suddenly she brought a knife to my neck. Weirdly the only thing I could think of was how did she get a knife?! The quietly she repeated 'I AM the girl next door...'
